The Notorious B.I.G. - Gimme The Loot Lyrics


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Yeah
************s better know... huh, huh
Lock your windows, close your doors
Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
**********ing right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the ****ing gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
*****, you ain't got to explain ****
I've been robbin ************s since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a ************'s sure to die
That's my word, ***** even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes Love, love your ****ing attitude
because the ***** play ***** that's the ***** that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
welts on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing *****es too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give **** if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming *****z like Shaquille, **** is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
cause Mom Duke ain't giving me ****
so for the bread and butter I leave *****z in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of ****ing Angel Dust
When I bust my gat ************s take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
("But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
and I'm shooting *****z quick if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You're talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
cause when I lick shots the shits is persistent
Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
*****, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my ***** Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
************s better strip, yeah ***** peel
before you find out how blue steel feel
from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter ************s don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, ************s can't stop it
Man, *****z come through I'm taking high school rings too
*****es get strangled for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"
So go get your man ***** he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the **** he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it
and if I set it the ********** won't forget it
("But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
("I'm a bad, bad, boy..")

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep
Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the ****ing C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a ****ing ***** in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar
Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat...
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that
Just get the ****ing car keys and cruise up the block
The ***** act shocked, gettin shot on the spot
(Oh ****! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is ****ing doughnuts
(So why the **** he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh ****, now he lookin in my face
You better haul *** cause I ain't with no ****ing chase
So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot
A true ************ going out for the loot



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Things Done Changed
  • 3 Gimme the Loot
  • 4 Machine Gun Funk
  • 5 Warning
  • 6 Ready to Die
  • 7 One More Chance
  • 8 Fuck Me (interlude)
  • 9 The What
  • 10 Juicy
  • 11 Everyday Struggle
  • 12 Me & My Bitch
  • 13 Big Poppa
  • 14 Respect
  • 15 Friend of Mine
  • 16 Unbelievable
  • 17 Suicidal Thoughts